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Dawn was just beginning to break when Rook slipped silently from his hammock. Taking immense care to not wake his caretakers or Komogo, Rook pulled out the parcel from beneath his bed, within it lay a number of his personal effects; A waterskin, a small pouch of rupees, the broken hilt of his training waster, and the battered journal of his mentor. Swiftly and silently, he took the assortment of items and placed them gently within his bag. He rose from the floor, and took a deep breath, his heart felt ready to burst from his chest.
'This is it.' He thought to himself, as he strapped Heroth's sword to his belt. 'Now or never. I can do this.'
Just as he reached the door frame, he turned to look back, his foster family were all sleeping peacefully, none the wiser to his exit. He cast his gaze to Komogo, who lay still, Rook wanted nothing more than to tell him why he was leaving. He felt a deep sensation of dread knowing that by leaving without a word, he would only leave them all sick with worry. But he also knew he couldn't stay, the villagers were right about one thing; There was no future for a grounded Rito in the village, and without a means to support his family properly he would only become a burden. With a sigh, he turned and strode out the doorway.
The early summer breeze was a welcome distraction as he descended to the village landing, even at the age of twenty, the lofty heights of the village still terrified him. The real challenge, he knew, would be crossing the bridges. All his life, he'd been either carried, or escorted across, and now, he'd have to do it alone. As he approached the edge of the great bridges, he began trembling uncontrollably. Between the planks of wood, he could see a dizzying drop, and in the morning haze, all he could see below was a thick layer of swirling, endless fog that threatened to swallow him whole. Rook stepped back, his heart pounded in his chest, his fear threatened to suffocate him.
'I can do this.' Rook repeated to himself, over and over, until finally, he took the first step. The bridge shuddered beneath him, but he forged ahead, gripping onto the rope guards. About halfway across, that same calming breeze from before had turned into a sudden gust, buffeting the bridge and causing it to rock violently. Rook froze again. The sound of strained rope was deafening as if at any moment it would snap and send him careening into the abyss below. He desperately wanted to cry out for help as he clung to the rope guards, but he knew if he did, his journey would end before it began.
'I can do this.'
As the wind calmed, he quickly hurried across, and when his talons finally touched solid ground again he collapsed to the floor. Rook didn't have much time to celebrate his victory, as there were still three more bridges to cross before he was free.
'I can do this.'
After what seemed like an eternity suspended over an endless, swirling void, Rook finally crossed the last bridge. He was still trembling, but the fear in his heart was replaced by conviction, after all, if he could cross the bridges by himself, what couldn't he do? Sparing no time, he set off as fast as his shaking legs would permit, he needed to be as far away as possible, as soon as possible, to avoid being followed. As he walked, he considered his options, the Tabantha Stables to the south would be quicker to reach, but getting there required crossing the Kolami Bridge; A flimsy plank bridge no wider than a horse that lacked any side guards. To the east was Snowfield, it was a longer, colder walk, but there were no bridges to cross. On route was the Tabantha Village, the ruins of which had been reclaimed, rebuilt, and resettled some 80 years ago, he remembered there being a General Shop, which might contain some useful supplies for his travels.
It was decided. And so Rook set off eastwards, following the winding pathway up the Tabantha hills. After a while of walking, he paused, and turned around. Even here the spire of Rito Village was a dizzying sight, towering high in the sky. As he took one last look at his life-long home, he felt a deep sense of sadness and regret. He knew that soon, his family would be waking up to an empty bed, they wouldn't know where he had gone or what had happened to him. Rook clutched his bag and furrowed his brow, deep down, he could feel a part of him screaming to turn back, to be with his loved ones. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he allowed the feelings of sadness and regret to wash over him, and when he opened his eyes again, all that remained with burning determination. He would return someday, but for now, he had a dream to chase, and chase it he would.
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Dawn was just beginning to break when Rook slipped silently from his hammock. Taking immense care to not wake his caretakers or Komogo, Rook pulled out the parcel from beneath his bed, within it lay a number of his personal effects; A waterskin, a small pouch of rupees, the broken hilt of his training waster, and the battered journal of his mentor. Swiftly and silently, he took the assortment of items and placed them gently within his bag. He rose from the floor, and took a deep breath, his heart felt ready to burst from his chest.
'This is it.' He thought to himself, as he strapped Heroth's sword to his belt. 'Now or never. I can do this.'
Just as he reached the door frame, he turned to look back, his foster family were all sleeping peacefully, none the wiser to his exit. He cast his gaze to Komogo, who lay still, Rook wanted nothing more than to tell him why he was leaving. He felt a deep sensation of dread knowing that by leaving without a word, he would only leave them all sick with worry. But he also knew he couldn't stay, the villagers were right about one thing; There was no future for a grounded Rito in the village, and without a means to support his family properly he would only become a burden. With a sigh, he turned and strode out the doorway.
The early summer breeze was a welcome distraction as he descended to the village landing, even at the age of twenty, the lofty heights of the village still terrified him. The real challenge, he knew, would be crossing the bridges. All his life, he'd been either carried, or escorted across, and now, he'd have to do it alone. As he approached the edge of the great bridges, he began trembling uncontrollably. Between the planks of wood, he could see a dizzying drop, and in the morning haze, all he could see below was a thick layer of swirling, endless fog that threatened to swallow him whole. Rook stepped back, his heart pounded in his chest, his fear threatened to suffocate him.
'I can do this.' Rook repeated to himself, over and over, until finally, he took the first step. The bridge shuddered beneath him, but he forged ahead, gripping onto the rope guards. About halfway across, that same calming breeze from before had turned into a sudden gust, buffeting the bridge and causing it to rock violently. Rook froze again. The sound of strained rope was deafening as if at any moment it would snap and send him careening into the abyss below. He desperately wanted to cry out for help as he clung to the rope guards, but he knew if he did, his journey would end before it began.
'I can do this.'
As the wind calmed, he quickly hurried across, and when his talons finally touched solid ground again he collapsed to the floor. Rook didn't have much time to celebrate his victory, as there were still three more bridges to cross before he was free.
'I can do this.'
After what seemed like an eternity suspended over an endless, swirling void, Rook finally crossed the last bridge. He was still trembling, but the fear in his heart was replaced by conviction, after all, if he could cross the bridges by himself, what couldn't he do? Sparing no time, he set off as fast as his shaking legs would permit, he needed to be as far away as possible, as soon as possible, to avoid being followed. As he walked, he considered his options, the Tabantha Stables to the south would be quicker to reach, but getting there required crossing the Kolami Bridge; A flimsy plank bridge no wider than a horse that lacked any side guards. To the east was Snowfield, it was a longer, colder walk, but there were no bridges to cross. On route was the Tabantha Village, the ruins of which had been reclaimed, rebuilt, and resettled some 80 years ago, he remembered there being a General Shop, which might contain some useful supplies for his travels.
It was decided. And so Rook set off eastwards, following the winding pathway up the Tabantha hills. After a while of walking, he paused, and turned around. Even here the spire of Rito Village was a dizzying sight, towering high in the sky. As he took one last look at his life-long home, he felt a deep sense of sadness and regret. He knew that soon, his family would be waking up to an empty bed, they wouldn't know where he had gone or what had happened to him. Rook clutched his bag and furrowed his brow, deep down, he could feel a part of him screaming to turn back, to be with his loved ones. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he allowed the feelings of sadness and regret to wash over him, and when he opened his eyes again, all that remained with burning determination. He would return someday, but for now, he had a dream to chase, and chase it he would.
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